Barry Bonds #1

by James Finn Garner

Barry Bonds put himself to the test,
To beat Babe Ruth’s tally his quest.

To be home run king,
He would try anything.

So what if he grew some huge breasts?

The Silver Lining, Or At Least The Yankees Lost

My wife has up and left me,

Once the object of her lust.

Now she’s hitting the clubs with a biker named Dubs,

–But at least the Yankees lost.

An audit’s hit my company.

My future’s bitten the dust.

You can forward my mail to a federal jail.

–But at least the Yankees lost.

We’re spreading our democracy,

Whatever may be the cost,

Or whether the others are given their druthers.

–But at least the Yankees lost.

Atmosphere’s been heating up,

Melting the permafrost.

The polar bears lately can’t count on their safety.

–But at least the Yankees lost.

Famine, wars, disease and hate–

Our poor world is tempest-toss’d.

I cannot tell you why we must suffer and die.

–But at least the Yankees lost.

Trekking to a mountain wise man,

I registered my disgust.

“Dear pilgrim,” said he, “what will be will be

–But at least the Yankees lost!!”

Barry Bonds #7

By Stu Shea

Bud Selig won’t say if he’ll go
When Bonds has his really big show

And sets the new mark
For hits out of the park,

‘Cuz the Commish ain’t a man to eat crow.

A Poem for Lou Piniella

Quite a fella,
That Lou Piniella.
He ain’t yella,
You can tella.

He joined the Cubs
To lead those scrubs
And prove past flubs
Were yesterday’s stubs.

A Herculean task?
Don’t even ask.
In last year’s grotesque,
They finished dead last.

But with Al Soriano
And Carlos Zambrano,
The team may be on to
A World Series, pronto.

And if the Cubs win
A World Series, then
The fans will have gin
Drenching their chins.

If not, then old Lou
Will have some ‘splainin’ to do,
Which he’ll probably do
With a meltdown or two.